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I have an outside baby!!!!!!!

Annya26Annya26 member
in January 2012 Moms

My little Peyton arrived on Tuesday Jan., 3rd at 12:33pm, right on his due date! 9.29lbs, 21 iches or beautiful baby boy!

I had been having nasty braxton hicks for about 2 weeks and they just kept getting stronger and stronger. I really and truly didn't think they were doing anything sine there was no show, I didn't realize or notice if my mucus plug went and I just didn't think it was time. I REALLY thought I would be at least a week late! Around midnight on the 3rd my sister actually asked if I was sure I wasn't in labour, but I insisted that my BH always get worse at night and they would go away when I went to bed. Righhhhttt.. lol

Around 6:30am Iiterally jumped out of bed from the pain with a contraction that woke me from a dead sleep. I assumed it was just another useless BH and went back to sleep. Then there was another... I kept trying to go back to bed, still in denial and then eventually got up and started cleaning up because I couldn't settle. Contractions were about 5 - 7 min apart, but that wasn't totally uncommon, they were just a little stronger. Eventually I decided to get in the tub and see if that helped, and shaved my legs just incase. Called my friend who was planning to come and photograph the birth for me and started chatting away. About 20 minutes in she told me that she had been timing my contractions and they were only 2 minutes and sounded like they hurt. She told me to hurry up and call my MW and go get my Mom cause regardless of what I thought she was sure I was in labor. Called the midwife who came said it didn't sound like false labour and she would come over.

The midwife got there within about 30 - 60 minutes and the contractions were still going strong, getting more intense. I figured I had to be at least 1 - 2cms and she said that based on how I was acting (still trying to clean the apartment and get the last details organized!) she figured I was probably right but she'd check me. It wasn't really uncomfortable at all which was a nice surprise since I hadnt been checked before and wasn't sure what to expect. She just looked at me and said "if you want to have this baby in a hospital we need to leave now. You are 8cm." At that point I accepted that maybe I really was in labour!!!

Luckily I live really close to the hospital so while the drive was pretty uncomfortable it was short. At this point the only way I could get through the contractions was to dance around the room. Not sure why that helped but I just needed to MOVE. We were checked into the hospital somewhere around 10 or 10:30am and the midwife established that I was still 8cm and that my water bag was probably stopping me from progressing. The decision to let her break it was tough because I knew that while it would make things move along it would also make it more painful. After 3 or 4 more contractions that all felt the same I had her rupture the membranes and after that things get a little foggy. 

The contractions after that were incredibly intense and it felt like someone was dropping a bowling ball against my cervix. We tried the jacuzzi for a few and then she decided that based on the sound on my voice (I did a lot of moaning, my family said it sounded like I was doing my vocal warm ups from when I used to sing lol) it was probably time to push. Problem was I didn't feel like I wanted to push and there was still a really sharp pain in the front which we determined was a little lip of cervix. She held it back and made me push and then I was fully dialated and ready to go.

I had said all the way along that I wanted a drug free delivery and wnted to just listen to my body's cues and follow them. What I didn't expect was the wee hiccup or my body not giving me the "right" cues or at least what I expected. Everyone told me that pushing is a relief and that it helps to cope with the pain but for me pushing was hell so I kept fighting the contractions. At one point I actually crossed my things and said "I don't wanna play anymore! I can't do this, I want to go home now!" Not sure who I thought had access to the stop button on this ride, but I really felt like I couldn't do it. I hadn't slept much at all the previous two nights, was sick with a cold and didn't feel like I had it in me. Eventually with some coaxing I did start pushing and figured out that if she put her hand where I needed to push I was actually pretty effective. I don't know why I was so naive about it but I had no idea I would have to push THAT hard. After I got him under the bone I could finally feel an urge to push and realized that must be what people were talking about - maybe I could do it!

At this point I had been pushing for close to an hour *or should I say a mix of them telling me to push, me arguing that I just wanted to go home or sleep, and then my eventually pushing* and then all hell broke loose. One of my MWs checked his heart rate on the doppler and it was down. Way down. I found out later it was only 50bpm and wasn't come up. 

I had already discussed with the MW that I would prefer not to be cut and she had explained that out of over 800 births she had only cut 5, and those were life and death situations where she cut and then told the Mom she needed to push and push NOW and HARD. She didn't tell me what was going on, but I felt the cut and then someone stuck an oxygen mask on me and I knew something was really really wrong. The MW started yelling at me to push and I pretty much panicked and pushed harder than I knew I could. I had heard them trying to find the heartbeat and couldn't hear anything so I knew something was really really wrong and can honestly say I have never been so scared in my entire life.

It felt like an eternity to me but my Mom said it was about 45 seconds from the time she cut until he was out. Once he was out he was fine and cried almost the second he was on my chest. I was in complete shock and just felt panicked for the first 30 minutes or so. I really expected to have that amazing moment where they hand you your baby and you bawl your eyes out because you are so happy but that was just not the case. I felt completely numb, the baby was a stranger and I was totally shell shocked. Happily that didn't last forever, and I am no completely in love and feeling much better about the whole thing. I just thought I would mention it incase anyone else ends of feeling similarly, because I felt like an awful person and mother for not crying and being overjoyed instantly. 

So that was that! Less than 6 hours of labour (at least that I was aware of), about 1 hour of pushing, a whole heck of a lot of stitches and I delivered a beautiful 9.29lb baby boy. 21 inches in legnth and 34cm head circumference. He is BFing like a little champ, still waiting for milk but sleeps great and only cries when something is wrong so far. I can't seem to sleep for more than an hour at a time yet, but I couldn't be happier and am so glad that he is here!

Sorry this is so long, but I know while I was waiting I liked hearing the details to prepare myself  so I figured I would try not to leave too much out!

And of course here is a shot of his 2 hour old self :)

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